If you walk to the end of the road and look, with a steely gaze
only the endless is’ness looks back.
All our dreams are simply self reflections.
Just mirrors held in the hands of the hopeful transient.
Herein lies the last stand of the mediators and the acceptors.
The end of all stories.
Can you say how it is … to capture nothing in a bottle?
To disperse the dreams of other unwilling mortals?
And can you embrace the end
of that very thing
which would capture the view?
Such a long road to travel
just to come to the end of illusions
and no treasure there to discover,
but simply what it is.
gallagher
14Dec23 #2
Christchurch